Flashing lights, false smiles, and an intrepid air of elegance. All these surrounded Hazel the moment their car stopped in front of the enormous hotel building where the gala was being held. From the way her eyes dimmed and her heart beat hastened, Luca could sense her anxiety, he turned to her as she stared out the window. She looked exquisite, he was sure she would be the centre of attention by his side tonight. "We are here." The diver announced, coming down from the car and walking to their side to hold the door open for them. Hazel let out a harsh exhale. She had expected a date, not an entire gala with a whole lot of paparazzi eagerly flashing camera lights and pointing microphones at people like they were dangerous swords used to compel them into answering scandalous questions. "Hazel..."She turned to Luca as he called her name and let out a soft gasp. She did not realize he had already stepped out of the car and was holding his hand out for her to help her down.She reac
As Alva Roger stepped down from her vehicle, chin up, radiating the same elegance and confidence she always did; the cameras immediately turned to her. She was used to this already, the clamoring, the attention, occasionally she would yield to it. She would often be asked trivial questions, like her skincare routine, her last trip, her last vacation, her opinion on the latest fashion. But tonight as the paparazzi rushed for her with hungry eyes and microphones pointing forward like swords, she knew tonight was not about the benefits of a skincare routine or the intricacies of her outfit. "Miss Alva." The first voice called out to her. "Are you aware that your ex-fiancee and your maid are here as a couple?"Her first stab of anxiety struck, deep in her gut. She was aware of the news of their engagement. Was she aware that they would be coming to the gala together? Probably not. She did not allow herself to believe that Luca Rossi would be that daft, to bring something as raggy as h
Hazel Jacobs.Luca Rossi was an intimidating man sure to say, it's what the magazines said of him, it's what those bloggers wrote. He would never budge, never answer any questions, would rarely accept any interviews. A walking mystery. How did it feel, to be the lady clinging unto his arm on the very night of the gala, getting introduced at his fiancee, putting up a fake smile and pretending to be in love, while at the same time pretending that his arm was not the only thing keeping you from falling apart, shrivelling into dust under the stare and scrutiny of the critiques of the upperclassmen. It felt like they were all waiting to judge her, to judge her outfit, her manner of speech, her smile, her appearance. Hazel has never felt to watched in her life. "Good evening miss Jacobs." A lady approached her with a sly smile. Her silver blue dress appeared like ice against her pale skin, her light grey hair and bright blue eyes only complimenting the entire appearance of a snow queen
Two days the engagement party, it's time to pick a dress. After her run in with Alva at the gala, the insane questions from the press, Hazel feels herself growing further unsure of what her life after marrying Luca would look like.It still continues to feel like a surreal dream. A car had stopped by the hospital today, just as Luca had promised, to take her to test the engagement dress the dressmaker had made. Anna had opted to come along, unable to stop herself, she of course was a sucker for all things fashion herself. Although Hazel was unable to understand, how it seemed her friend was a lot more excited than she was about the whole ordeal, given the grounds of this engagement. She stood behind her as they walked to the car, dressed like a celebrity with her sunglasses and knee high boots, she continued to chirp and chatter about wedding preparations with their accomplice, who had chosen the red dress for the gala. She greeted the lady with a small smile, and she responded w
The engagement dress's blue color radiates beautifully under the lights of the guest room Hazel had gotten herself acquainted with. She ran her hands down the fabric just as she was done being helped into it by the servant, heart beating rapidly.Never did she imagine she would let herself be clothed by another person, but here she was, allowing it. She was a servant, it was her job to dress Alva Rogers in this way before every occasion, but never did she imagine that one day she would become a mistress herself, and someone else would clothe her, adorn her and comb her hair like she was born to rule some kingdom. It felt new, strange, and she couldn't help but be forced to sit as the young lady continued to brush and arrange her hair. All she was allows to do was to stare into the mirror and let her do her job. She would tilt her head to the side when it was required of her, pucker her lips when the artiste needed her to, and close her eyes while her make up was being religiously a
Everyone continued to stare at the couple in awe, as usual, that are of intimidating dominance around Luca began to rise again as his face set into an emotionless glare. He cleared his throat very lightly as they stared at him, expecting him to speak. "Good evening everyone, I would like to introduce you all to my wife to be" he begun, eyeing the small gathering of ladies and gentlemen cautiously "Hazel Jacobs."A cold shiver ran down her spine at the mention of her name, and she forced the best smile she could as the crowd focused their eyes on her, eyes running down the length of her. Some of them held a satisfactory or admiring smile, some snickered, and the rest remained expressionless.A man in the crowd cleared his throat, his completely grey hair on his head an indication of his advanced age, he raised his glass of wine to them both with a small smile. "She is very beautiful, you made an excellent choice Mr. Rossi, I can see you have a very good eye." He commented, winking.
Lucinda stared at her brother with a mockingly disappointed face, her stared back stoically. Hazel stood by like a bird caught in a hawk's claws, watching the siblings stare each other down. "What are you doing here?" Luca finally spoke "I don't remember inviting anyone from our family over."Lucinda chuckled, letting go of Hazel's arm as she crossed her arms together. "Neither do I, but I do not need your permission to be here now do I? You are my brother afterall, are you not?"Luca swallowed, although he was obviously younger, he stood a few intimidating inches taller than her. "Be sure not to cause any trouble."Lucinda scoffed. "As if I am the one causing any trouble, how can you allow your subjects speak to your wife in such a way? The disrespect..."She turned to Hazel immediately, "I would not have you tolerating such disrespect. You are about to be my brother's wife afterall. You must learn to command respect."Hazel found herself nodding slowly as she listened to the woman
Hazel didn't realize when she fell asleep in Luca's arms. He lifted her gently off the bathroom floor, carrying her up the stairs and into the room where she stayed, listening to her gentle heart beat all the way. He had sensed she was in danger, he could simply feel it. He had been talking to his elder sister when the nagging feeling came upon him, like he could almost feel her fear like it was his own, except he knew he was in no danger, neither did he ever feel fear for anything or anyone. It had to be her, she was in danger. "Are you okay?" Lucy had asked him, noticing his discomfort during their argument in his office. He kept twitching and losing focus.He nodded slowly, "I am but... Hazel... Something is wrong with her." The realization snapped into his mind at once, and adrenaline kicked in, he rushed for the door, pulling it open and dashing to the bathroom in one sprint. The sight on the floor before him had his blood boiling. Alva Rogers was very much uninvited to this
"Luke she is bleeding out... What do we do?" Luca stared frantically at Hazel, they had untied her and she was laying on the floor.Alva was in a corner in a pool of her own blood. So was Jace, and the demon.Luca had shifted back into a human, he carried Hazel in his arms, his heart beating frantically. He could feel her spirit fading... He could feel it in the depths of his heart. It caused him fear and panic to feel her slipping away. "I might have to bite her Luca... It is the only way." Luke breathed worriedly, "and if I do she would have Vampire venom in her, meaning she might no he able to bear you an heir."Luca stared at her on the ground where she was dying.He knew there was no time. It is now or never, he has to do something to save her. "Luke... Do whatever you can please, she is more important to me than anything in the world. I just want her to live." He begged. Luke nodded his head in understanding, he reached forward, taking her in his arms, he paused for a momen
"Wake up!" It came with a loud splash of water upon her skin. Hazel woke with a loud scream, panting and out of breath she stared into the eyes of her would be killer. She felt tears well up in her eyes. That woman....that woman in that strange dream looked like her. A lot like her. It looked as though she was being shown something..... being told a story of something that could have very much have been a previous life. She wanted to stay there, she wanted to not wake up from it. She wanted to understand her connection to that strange woman."You have the audacity to fall unconscious do you not?" Alva sneered at her. "You will not sleep for a second under my watch Hazel Jacobs, not unless it is in your death!" Alva Rogers concluded. Hazel's eyes fell to the ground, she had no words to say.Her spirit was weak and her willingness to fight and beg was already melting away. Perhaps she was starting to realize... Starting to come to terms with the fact that she could not plead her
Luke paced back and forth. He was tracing out all the details of his plan in mind, doing his absolute best to leave no stone unturned in his mission. Luca was seated in a corner of the room, food and water hand not touched his moth since his wife went missing.They were begining to fear for his wellbeing. His eyes were droopy and he was barely talking to anyone. He seemed so out of touch with his current surroundings. So much that they all feared he was already losing his mind. He would not talk at all when spoken to and any food brought before him was quickly pushed or kicked away. They learned to leave him be for a while. "Will he be okay?" Laz asked as he gazed upon his brother, his heart was filled with pity for him. None of then had ever seen Luca this way before.He was always very strong.... Always very strong in every situation... Not even once had something like this occured to anyone in there lineage for a very long time. "I believe he will..." Luke breathed. "What
"Alva you do not have to do this please I beg you." Hazel pleaded, her hand gripping the edge of her seat.Alva shook her head with a sinsiter smile written on her face as he toyed with the kinde in her hand. "You can beg all you want my dear but I already explained this to you... I have to do this. there is no other way.""Alva... you are are so out of your mind!" Hazel wailed, tears brimming at her eyes."Watch it!" Alva yelled at her, tossing a slap across her face."Argh!" Hazel winced as the pain tore through her left check, tears brimming in her eyes. Alva shook her her had at her. "I told you already, you are the one who is tied up and I am the one who has a knife so if I were you I will be very careful about whatever I am doing." she warned.Hazel whimpered as she lowered her head to the ground. she reached out to the depth of her hear, calling for Luca. He might not be a human being, but he cared for her, that she was sure of, that was enough for her. That man cared for h
When Hazel's eyes finally fluttered open, she woke up in her bed in her and Luca's room. Rays of sunlight were seeping in through her window and strangely enough, all the pain she felt from the night before was gone.The memories came rushing to her like a speeding train and her eyes widened in memory of it all. "Hazel... Are you okay?" She turned her head quickly to see Luca standing by the foot of the bed. His eyes were reddish, his hair entirely rough. He still had his clothes in from last night, stained by dirt and dust, and even a smear of blood. She stared at him with cold eyes, feeling bile rise in the back of her throat. Luca walked towards her cautiously with worried eyes, reaching for her face with his fingers. "Hazel are you okay?" He asked again. "Do not touch me." She snapped, flinching away. Luca's eyes widened, and he took a step back, watching her cautiously. "I am sorry I did not mean...""To lie to me?" She seethed, glaring daggers at him. Luca stared at he
Hazel is perched at the edge of her that evening, a strange feeling of distraught weighs upon her shoulders as she waits for Luca's return. She does not know what she will tell him when he returns but she knows what she would ask him for... The truth. One way or another, the truth has to come out tonight.By hook or by crook, she will not allow herself be left in the dark anymore by these people who absurdly believe that they knew what is best for her. Who absurdly think that leaving her in the dark is best for her! If tonight is truly a full moon as Luke had said, then either way she will find out the deal with this red book and what this mystery writer is trying to tell her. She rubbed her face with her palms wearily. She was starting to feel sleepy yet nothing would make her yield into it. Luca should be back by evening as promised. It was starting to get dark afterall, so he should be home anytime soon. They had long since stopped eating dinner downstairs at the table with
Hazel sat on the edge of the bed that night with the book in her hands and her elbows leaning against her thighs.She knew not what to do with this piece of information, what was all these implying?She turned to Luca on the bed where he lay still, breathing softly. His chest rising and falling. He looked so at peace.His long lashes were fluttered closed and his hand was resting upon his chest, which rose and fell in a peaceful state. What was the writer implying? What did the wolf things mean? Is Luca some sort of.... Shape shifter?That is not even possible that is the kind of stuff that happens in fairy tales and folklore. There is simply absolutely no way in heavens any of it could be real. Right?Hazel remembered the second paragraph of the damned note again. Cut him with a knife?Never, not even she was crazy she would not dare cut her husband with a knife. Especially not over some stupid note written by some obscene mystery writer. Luca belongs in her heart now. He ha
They had both entered the shower together after they had both had their fill of each other. He washed her with his hands. She felt pretty sore down there and she could barely stand on her own.He had prepared a bath for her by himself and carried her from the bed gently, she was already very tired and sleepy. How could she not be? She had had two more orgasms when he slipped into her. Her legs were weak and the area between her legs was sore from the size and action of his member inside her. She enjoyed every moment of it no doubt, she was quite sure she would be ready for another pretty soon. Luca circled her with his arms and pressed a kiss against her forehead. They were both sweaty and in need of a shower so he carried her to the bat tub he had already prepared, gently laying her in the water. He entered behind her and they both soaked in the bubble bath. He begun to wash her body for her not long later. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of his hand against he
His lips enclosed around her nipples and she moaned, tangling her fingers into his hair. His fingers found there way to her panties again, parting it and sliding into her lower lips. He pumped his fingers in and out sensually, while his lips continued their suckle around her breasts. Whimpers and moans continued to escape her lips continually. The sound of her pleasure filling the room as she drew closer closer to her climax. Luca pulled away for a brief moment to admire the look of sheer pleasure on her face. He moved his fingers faster and her grip around him tightened, her moans increasing. "Yes... Please don't stop..." She pleaded. Luca smiled, he no intentions of stopping at all. He was enjoying this too, almost as much as she was. The look on her face, the sounds eliciting her lips, all of it was a perfect combination to drive him mad. His hardness impossibly worsened as she bit down on her lower lip. "I am so close..." She whimpered, thrashing around slightly on the